The Myriad Worlds Gu Zun

Oda Mansion.

In order to celebrate Zhou Ming's joining, Oda Heizo specially held a grand dinner to invite the "ministers" to get to know this new "colleague".

Although Zhou Ming has always emphasized that he and Oda Heizo are in a cooperative relationship, many times, what you say is not important, but how others believe it is important.

So, when seeing Oda Heizo's excessive enthusiasm for Zhou Ming, and being considered by the "ministers" as Oda Heizo's "favor", jealousy and dissatisfaction with Zhou Ming, the "newcomer", arose among the crowd and quickly fermented.

Then, provocation and intimidation against the newcomer also followed.

A short warrior stood up from his seat, walked to the center of the hall, and bowed to Oda Heizo who was sitting above.

"My lord!" The short warrior said in a muffled voice: "I heard that Zhou Jun is a powerful warrior. Why don't I compete with Zhou Jun to liven up the atmosphere of this dinner?"

Here it comes!

Everyone was refreshed.

"Well, this..." Oda Heizo pretended to hesitate and looked at Zhou Ming who was sitting on his left: "Mr. Zhou, what do you think?"

As soon as these words came out, many people had ideas in their hearts. Several obscure glances were passed to each other, and there was a tacit understanding.

Among these people, some knew something about what happened during the day and could guess what Oda Heizo meant. Some did not know, but it did not prevent them from wanting to test Zhou Ming and watch the excitement.

So, pairs of eyes fell on Zhou Ming, and the attention of the whole hall gradually focused on him.

Zhou Ming stared at the food on the small wooden table in front of him without saying a word.

Everyone in the hall, including Oda Heizo, was kneeling on the ground, only Zhou Ming was sitting cross-legged, nothing else, not adapting!

Oda Heizo did not say anything about his eccentricity, and of course others would not express anything.

Zhou Ming thought that this little problem was just a cultural difference at first, and he could bear it, but when the food came, he couldn't bear it anymore.

Taiyaki, tofu, chicken soup, pickled radish, and rice with tea, that's all...

Such a meal would be fine if it was eaten normally, but what kind of place is this, a dinner party hosted by a daimyo!

That's it?

The economic development level of an era can be seen from its food.

From this meal alone, it can be seen that the Tosho Island under the rule of Nohara Momonosuke was by no means rich.

Even the daimyo's dinner party was so mixed up, there's no need to imagine what the daily meals of ordinary people were like.

"Nohara Momonosuke, a demon king, a tyrant, haha, the evaluation given by the Lord God is really accurate..."

"Mr. Zhou? Mr. Zhou!"

Oda Heizo's shouts called Zhou Ming back from his thoughts.

"Hmm?" Zhou Ming's thoughts were interrupted, and he raised his head with some dissatisfaction.

Taking Zhou Ming's dissatisfaction into consideration, Oda Heizo was a little annoyed, but he did not show it. Instead, he said with a smile:

"Mr. Zhou, tonight's banquet is held for you. How can you be so low-key as the protagonist? Why don't you fight with Mr. Nojiri and show off some skills to liven up the atmosphere?"

"Fight?" Zhou Ming then turned his gaze to the short samurai in the field and squinted his eyes: "With him?"

"Yes, it's me!" The short samurai felt despised and was immediately angry. He patted the wooden sword on his waist and shouted loudly.

For safety reasons, swords are not allowed to be brought to such banquets. The samurai chose to wear this decorative wooden sword to maintain the honor of the samurai "the man is there, the sword is there".

"Oh? How are you better than Takeuchi Shun?"

Takeuchi Shun?

The short samurai was slightly surprised when he heard the name. He was once defeated by Takeuchi Shun, but he was still young at that time, while Takeuchi Shun was already a famous master. Now after several years of hard training, he has long been confident that he is far stronger than Takeuchi Shun.

"He mentioned Takeuchi Shun now, could it be that he knew that I was defeated by Takeuchi Shun and wanted to humiliate me on purpose?"

When he thought of this, the short warrior's heart was filled with nameless anger.

It was a pity that he was not well-informed, and did not know what happened today, nor did he know that Takeuchi Shun was dead, otherwise he would never have such an idea in his heart.

Then he heard the short warrior shouting: "Takeuchi Shun is just an old man, how can you compare him with me! If you think you are not as good as Takeuchi Shun, then there is no need to compare!"

As soon as these words came out, the short warrior felt refreshed, as if he had seen the surprised and admiring eyes of his colleagues around him, and the daimyo's heavy use... Then, he heard Zhou Ming's understated answer.

"Okay, take it!"

Zhou Ming activated the ghost shadow Gu, and his body was like a ghost, and he flashed in front of the warrior.

The warrior was shocked and was about to draw his sword to defend himself, when he saw Zhou Ming put his index and middle fingers of his right hand together and pointed at his forehead.

"No weapons! Use your hands as swords?" The warrior was stunned, and a thought flashed through his mind like lightning. Then he suddenly realized that he seemed to understand the other party's idea.

"It seems that he also wants to have a good relationship with me. Use your hands instead of swords, and learn from each other. Stop when you are satisfied. No one will lose face. Everyone is happy. Well, this colleague..."

Swish!

The sound of the flesh being cut made the warrior's thinking stagnate.

He looked at Zhou Ming, and looked at the translucent sword energy extending from between Zhou Ming's two fingers. The shock that just rose in his eyes slowly turned into dead silence.

Second turn sword energy Gu!

Crash!

All four seats were shocked!

Some people fell backwards, their legs trembling, some leaned forward and almost fell on the table, some stood up too quickly and knocked over the dishes, and some looked dazed, unable to believe it.

"Condensing Qi into a blade!"

"The legendary condensing Qi into a blade, is it true?"

"Fuck this young man, fuck, where does this young man come from..." (I said this)

Oda Heizo, who was sitting in the center, was even more turbulent, and said in surprise: "Is this the martial arts realm of having no sword in hand but a sword in the heart?"

Compared to the shock of others, he thought further, for example, if Zhou Ming wanted to kill him today, with this method of condensing Qi into a blade, how could he resist?

"You can't even take one of my moves, and you still say you are stronger than Takeuchi Shun?"

Looking at the body of the short samurai lying on the ground with contempt, ignoring the shocked eyes of the whole room, Zhou Ming turned around and walked back to his seat.

The martial arts experience of the short samurai echoed in his mind

The martial arts experience of low-level warriors has a diminishing effect on his martial arts improvement, just like in a game, the experience points of killing low-level monsters will decrease.

Therefore, after killing Dashi Shen Fengliu and finding that those weak warriors had little effect on his martial arts improvement, Zhou Ming stopped killing.

Otherwise, he even wanted to kill until the end of time and become a sword god of Shilipo.

Killing this short warrior was also an attempt made with this idea.

To be honest, the strength of the short warrior is comparable to that of Takeuchi Shun, but Zhou Ming took advantage of the unexpected and made the opponent unable to react, so he was killed by a sword.

The martial arts experience provided by this short warrior brought Zhou Ming an improvement effect that was definitely not as good as Takeuchi Shun, which indeed proved Zhou Ming's guess.

"It seems that this is also an invisible restriction of the Lord God. If I want to improve my strength quickly, I must constantly challenge more powerful masters. It is impossible to kill low-level monsters and enjoy the fruits of my labor."

The dinner ended in a commotion.

Because of the powerful strength he showed, Zhou Ming became the most dazzling existence tonight.

Almost no one cared about the death of the short warrior, and his body was soon dragged away and disposed of. This is the sadness of a warrior.